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cvnt4him · 1 year ago

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You've summoned a succubus!!

Human!izuku x succubus!reader

Warnings; reader is black and in most of my fics she probably will be so, yeah. Also like sex. This is my first time writing sex n most of the time I get weirded out by it so... Lemme know if it's ass💀 quirkless AU

This was originally written on May 22 and I'm finishing it now for izuku week, my writing style is outdated or probably the same idk enjoy<33

I mean when have I ever used warning 💀

It was a late stormy night at UA in kaminaris room. All the boys huddled up playing games like, never have I ever, kiss marry kill and more.

In a game of truth or dare, the topic of sex came up. It was midoriya's and being the person denki is, he asked; "have you ever lost your virginity?"

Earning snickers and sneers from everyone in the room.

Midoriyas eyes were wide, brows furrowed in a terrified look. He hadn't lost his virginity. He hadn't even kissed anyone.

Bakugou looked at izukus panicked face already knowing the answer. Despite not being friends in bakugous eyes, he knew things about izuku that no one else knew, including things involving kissing, sex, ect.

Iida instantly attempted shutting the question down, not just for the comfort of his clearly nervous friend but because such inappropriate and personal things shouldn't be discussed!!!

"kaminari! Don't tease izuku into answering such lewd and private things. How about we play a different game."

Bakugou scoffs and chimes in.

"tch, have YOU even lost YOUR virginity, dunce face? Hell, have ANY of you morons even lost it???"

He ends his sentence with a smirk on his face looking at everyone in the room, as silence fills it completely.

Throat being cleared and looks being exchanged between the other boys.

Izuku sighed feeling a load being let off of him, he turned to bakugou and smiled sincerely.

Bakugou double takes looking at izuku eyes slightly widening at his smile. He wouldn't admit it but a slight blush crept onto his face as he rolled his eyes shuffling his knees up to his face to cover the lower half of it still having a smug look on his lightly tinted cheeks.

Izukus smile simply grew wider as he brought his eyes back forward to the other boys as sero decided to change the subject.

"so, has anyone ever heard of summoning demons?~"

Sero sung in a certain tone, hinting at something.

"what are you referring to?" Kirishima said with a smirk and raising a brow

Everyone else was also intrigued in some way, but oh not izuku. That poor little baby was shaking in his little red boots.

Before any of them knew it, they were in the schools basement, the dark, creaky, stinky, scary, dingy, crusty, probably infectious, and unsafe, AND unsanitary, basement.

Ohohoho yeah. Izuku regretted coming to this 'boys only' sleepover. The girls would never let something like this happen!

Izuku was a girls boy, a mamas boy, n js genuinely respectful towards everyone, but women sure did love him, and he knew it. He preferred gaining praise from women than men.

Maybe that's why bakugou always called him a pussy, he enjoyed being around women more than men. Hell, bakugou had probably gone as far as calling him a ladyboy. But that was when they were younger!! (Bakugous had hella improvement I'll let it be shown!)

Izuku gulped hardly, as he followed the other boys into the basement, each step he took the stairs creaked and dented in, he felt like he was gonna fall through n break his neck.

"what are we even doing here, idiot number 3."

Bakugou murmured a bark at sero, due to the heavy echo in the empty, wet, and dingy basement.

"I agree, it's dark, cold, wet, it reeks of mildew, and it seems highly unsanitary to be in here. We could get in serious trouble if we get caught."

Iida agrees with bakugou, pointing out obvious facts of the horrible smelling place.

"IF we get caught, which we won't. Also ouch bakubro... I'll process that pain on my own time."

Sero replied in a hushed tone.

"why is he number 3?" Denki, stupid enough, asks.

"because you and shitty hair are the other 2."

Bakugou explained pointing to the two earning laughs and chuckles from the others.

"hurtful man!" Kirishima says holding his heart with a fake sniffle.

"now now, lets get back to business boys."

Sero boasted hinting to the numerous of articles he found by searching 'how to summon a demon'.

As he grasped everyone's attention, they're eyes adverting to his phone reading what he searched.

...

"are you fucking kidding me?"

"what? What's the matter?"

"you've officially been ranked up to 'dumbest cunt in the fucking world'."

Everyone laughs loudly, but is instantly silenced by the loud lighting and thunder outside.

"thank you. Now, huddle close everyone, let's summon a fucking demon!" Sero exclaims.

Some time later they eventually find an article titled 'How To Summon A Succubus'.

"you're not supposed to uppercase small things like "to" and "the" and other things like that in titles."

Everyone slowly turns their heads to bakugous direction at his sudden words.

"fucking dork"

"I'm not a dork idiot, I just know to correctly use uppercase letters in things to where they are needed. Dumb ass loser." Bakugou says in a whisper yelled voice.

"gentlemen, I believe I've found something." Sero interrupts, referring to him finding instructions on how to 'summon' a succubus.

Everyone looks ahead as sero reads the instructions.

"first and foremost, you do not summon a succubus as there is no technical way. To correctly invite a succubus to your home is easy, but first you must know the dos and donts when it comes down to succubi. Don't, blah blah blah, boring boring boring..." Sero scrolls through and finds the REAL instructions to summoning a succubus.

"ah ha there we are! How to officially summon a succubus! For starters, succubi prefer to know who they're meeting if they haven't watched over you before, interesting, with that being said you should have a glass of sperm for them to taste to know you and what they're working with.."

The dark haired boys voice trails off into silence as he begins to look around at everyone.

"so...who wants to come inside of a cup!!"

Sero exclaims with a faux smile waving his hands around in a 'jazz hands' motion.

Everyone murmurs to their neighbor or to themselves not wanting to volunteer.

...

"how about we all do it? Y'know, let it have options?"

Todoroki chimes into the silence, having everyone look at him as he blinks then turns his head to the side slightly like a puppy.

"well, there's an idea."

"not a bad one actually."

Everyone eventually agreed as sero handed out shot glasses to everyone as they all ushered upstairs.

Iida looked at them all in a fit of disgust as he then turned to izuku who looked down at the cup with a pretty much emotionless face, and took the initiative to speak up.

"there is no way in hell you're all actually doing this, right??" He questions, judging everyone extremely hard.

Izuku looks up to his taller friend and blinks twice before looking forward.

Everyone looks around and in some way agrees.

"what, ya scared four eyes? Scared you won't get picked by the demon thing?"

Bakugou teases which angers iida and makes him look around in a flustered and embarrassed estate.

"succubus, bakugou"

"shut the hell up, shitty hair."

"you've gotta drop that name, man."

As they all scurry off into conversation, iida looks down still slightly embarrassed as izuku notices and pats his shoulder, making iida look down to izuku as he offers iida a soft smile.

Iida sighs and looks forward.

"yeah well you sick cunts can enjoy yourselves, izuku and I aren't taking part in this disgusting situation." He adjusts his posture and his glasses on his face, and sets his shot glass on denkis bedside table folding his arms.

Wait what?

Izuku shoots his head up to iida with wide eyes and a confused face as iida looks down at him ushering for back up to his previous words as izuku simply looks back and forth.

Iida scoffs at this, as it makes bakugou laugh and out his arm around izukus shoulder.

"see look, even little old deku wants to participate, why you gotta be such a loser, man?"

Izuku looks up at bakugou then to iida and furrows his brows in an apologetic manner.

Iida rolls his eyes and scoffs once more.

"fine, you all can enjoy yourselves, really I hope you do. But let's just say this whole, fiasco doesn't work. There'll just be glasses of cum in the basement. What if teachers decide to come down here? Huh? Then what."

He says talking with his hands as he gets even angrier at izukus betrayal.

No one has thought of that.

.....

"welp no going back now."

Denki says as he goes to his bathroom closing the door and locking it as everyone walked off to different places to get themselves off and cum into a shot glass..

Izuku sighed as he ended up walking to his dorm for more privacy.

He looks at the glass in his hand and wondered...

How the hell will he come inside of this tiny thing??

Izuku comes a lot, and by alot I mean... ALOTTTT.

There's just always so much!!

And his post nut clarity is always the worst.

But if there was one thing about izuku, it's that he loved to jack off.

It was just so relaxing to him. It's healthy too! It reduces his anxiety and calms his nerves!

So truly he had no problem with jacking off, he was just worried he'd make a big mess!

Izuku ends up shrugging off the worry and pulls down his shorts, palming himself through his boxers. He sighed, his head dropping back against his door. he starts getting rougher with his motions as his cock begins to get harder and harder against his palm. He ends up whimpering as his palm grazes against his clothed tip.

He opens his eyes, looking down as he hurriedly pulled his boxers down and wrapped his hand around his aching cock, bucking unto his own hand he slowly moves his hand up and down his cock, eyes rolling back as the tip of his length starts dripping with precum.

Izuku always leaks so much pre! His cock just gets so wet with all the pre he leaks, the noises his slippery cock makes is just so loud!!

And it's not like his moans and whispers make it any better, But really don't hold it against him, he just can't help himself!!

He ends up speeding his motions as he moves his hand to the tip of his cock and swirls the tip, overstimulating him and sending him completely over the edge as he rolls his eyes back, muffled moans falling from his lips, as he bites his lower.

He comes undone so quickly as he groans deeply as he cums everywhere, filling up the shot glass that he lowered to the tip of his cock.

His cum shoots long quick spurts from his cock, getting all over his hand, over flowing the shot glass, and even getting on his floor.

His cock slowly softens and twitches, as he sighs deeply trying to gain his composure back as he opens his eyes to see the huge mess he's made.

'shit.' he thinks to himself. Now he has a mess to clean.

Izuku walks back to denkis dorm with a paper towel around his shot glass trying to assure nothing spills on the floor.

He sighs thinking to himself wondering why the hell he even did this.

Izuku was the last one to get back to denkis room, as everyone's eyes shot to his direction he clears his throat motioning that he'd done the task everyone else had.

"alright, izukus the last of us so, let's summon a succubus!!"

The guys whooped and hollered as izuku set his glass down and sighed as bakugou stood next to him exhaling deeply.

"I cannot believe I fucking sat here and came inside of a shot glass for something stupid shit that probably won't even work."

"ditto.."

They all rushed back down to the basement as sero has already drawn the pentagram.

"so we set our glasses of cum around the edges like this," he motions to the glasses everyone had set down in a circle.

"and then we light these candles,"

He snaps, and that makes kirishima and denki go around and light the candles they had set up.

"and last but not least, we say the chant!."

"Yeah, I'm not saying a fucking chant, I'm tired I'm going to bed. Come on nerd."

Bakugou says to izuku as he begins walking up the basement stairs as izuku yawns, following like a lost puppy.

"fine fine we'll say the chant then!"

He says to the rest of the boys as they all grab hands and begin to chant the spell they found online.

[however I'm lazy and couldn't find anything online and don't feel like making anything up so time skip to sleepy bye time.]

Everyone had emerged back upstairs and into denkis room to do the last thing of the sleepover.

Sleep.

Izuku and katsuki had long passed out, iida left long ago to his own dorm.

As the rest of the boys got in their designated spots.

Denki in the bed with kirishima, and the others all around the floor somewhere.

CRASH, BANG KAPOWWWW.

[that's my impersonation of lighting n shit stfu😒]

The loud banging and crashes of the continuous storm outside was enough to wake izuku up. Hell he'd dare even say he already was awake.

He tried to soothe and calm himself by imagining he was in his own bedroom, alone, in his nice comfortable bed.

It'd almost worked up until he heard footsteps. Loud thudding of steps outside the hall.

His eyes shot open wide, with a look of terror he turned his head up towards the door. Practically shaking underneath his cover.

He was scared to say the least. Was it the succubus? Had it come to eat them?

Or maybe banish them all to hell for disrupting it's privacy!

His mind was running a mile per minute, so many things coming to mind thinking of what the demon would do to them.

As he heard the footsteps stop, that was enough to get him up and out of that room, leaving the cover and pillow denki has given him he dashed out and running to his dorm which wasn't too far away luckily.

He had ran so fast he didn't even notice the 6ft succubus outside denkis door.

....

Your POV.

You were in your cutesy little room laying down enjoying your time alone. Long French curl braids in a high ponytail, brown and red wings out together behind your back as your tail moves with a mind of its own.

Being a succubus really is hard work!!

You had just gotten off of 'work' from the human realm, sucking some old mans dick. You love cum. Really you do, but it's not fun when you're fucking the same old cunts who don't bring anything to the table besides little to no cum.

'Where were all the youngsters summoning demons?' It really had you thinking.

You sighed, deciding to drop your horrible day, and watch a movie in your fav pyjamas!

You made popcorn, had a hotdog, and some soda n snacks too.

It was truly perfect.

Until you were oh so rudely interrupted by a pentagram spawning below you. Bright lights of yellow orange and red sucking your pyjamas off, and before you knew it sucking you right back to where you'd never left.

The human realm.

You groan knowing the rules; You can't leave until your job is finished.

You opened your eyes seeing as you were on the ground, in a basement of some sort, it reeked.

You looked around checking your surroundings as something delicious caught your attention.

It was cum. And not just any cum. Cum from teenagers, most likely virgins, boy did you love virgins!!

You smiled widely as you picked up one glass that had a piece of paper next to it.

'sero' it read,

You shrugged assuming who evers cum this was, was named sero.

You sniff the enticing aroma before letting the slimy white liquid fall into your tongue.

It was delicious. You had to taste more!! Luckily for you, there were so many glasses awaiting you. Whoever summoned you, knew exactly what they were doing.

You drank all of them one by one, tasting the different flavors and textures of them all.

You had one more left, a nice thick white load waiting for you, you hadn't really savoured the last ones you devoured, you figured you could take your time with this one.

You picked it up and grabbed the note next to it as well, 'midoriya', it read.

"well, thank you midoriya.~" you whispered in a sultry tone, dipping your long tongue into the small glass. As soon as your tongue touched the liquid, you were in heaven. A nice salty flavor that wasn't too strong but just delicious enough for you to be hooked.

You moaned lowly as you drank all of the come, licking up every little drop inside of the glass. The flavor of his cum truly did have you wanting more.

You got up and walked to the stairs looking up at the door, before taking the steps up to find the source to your delicious heaven.

Eventually you had made it to the dorms, it not being too hard to navigate through the building, you made it to the first floor which was where the boys were camping out in denkis dorm room.

You started walking slowly so as not to wake anyone you only wanted to find the source really, then you'd be on your way.

You eventually stopped at denkis doorz smelling izukus scent through it, although there were other events of the previous cum you had tasted, his was the one you were locked onto.

Before you could do anything, the door flung open as you seen a body running out hurriedly.

You knew that was izuku given when he passed you his scent got stronger. Had you wanting to practically eat him up.

You smirked, and walked toward his same direction.

Izuku had breathed heavily, closing his door and jumping into his bed face first into his pillows as he sighed deeply.

He finally felt calm, comfortable, tired.

Izuku turned over in his bed, pulling his covers up onto him and closing his eyes with a smile and a soft sigh.

You opened his door and closed it loud enough for him to jump.

He looked at your silhouette and the way you walked towards him, he was paralyzed with fear, he couldn't even speak. Just shaking in his bed as you crept towards him.

You crawled into his bed, getting ontop of him.

Your faces are now levelled together, noses touching. Hes so scared, shaking, quietly whimpering, and closing his eyes out of fear.

You smiled at the adorably delicious scene infront of you.

"hello, hunny~" you whisper, breath fanning his face.

He opened his eyes to see you, a beautiful, human looking [for the most part] demon.

He couldn't speak, but boy were you beautiful.

"there we go sweet boy~" you say in a honey sweet voice, trying to calm his nerves.

You were all about consent, really you were, and with him being a virgin all you Wana do is rock his world and make him feel better than life itself.

You giggle as he just stares at you, mouth opening and closing trying to find some kind of words, yet his voice can't seem to make any coherent words or sounds.

You run your claws through his hair in a soothing motion at a slow pace, it really had calmed him. He sighed into your face, head leaning forward and touching your forehead with his.

You smile softly putting another hand of his cheek, removing your other from his hair to fully cut his squishy baby like face.

His attention was brought to you as you brung his head up to face you. he relaxed in your hands face leaning against you warm palms.

"can I have you?" You ask him, still whispering to not alarm him too much, trying to keep the mood set in the soft alley it was in.

He gulped, still not able to get any words out, managing to nod with his head in your hands.

You grin, removing your hands to rub them up and down his clothed body. He sighed heavily, lidded eyes watching your every move closely.

You look him deep in his eyes, not wanting to break eye contact, he felt like you were staring at his soul. Maybe you were, maybe you weren't, he couldn't care about anything in this given moment. All hr wanted was you, the excitement was getting to him as you felt his member get hard against your thigh.

You smirk at the sudden feeling and shift your body so now you were directly on the tent in his pants. Once you heard him whimpered at the feeling you began rocking and grinding your hips into him, at an agonizingly slow pace.

He sighed deeply once more, hands moving to your hips, as you giggle.

"getting bold are we?"

He couldn't even give real words, moaning as an answer due to the feeling of you grinding on him, you were so warm and you were with him. He always thought he'd never get a girlfriend or even lose his virginity but getting to feel this was amazing.

He continually moans as he starts bucking his hips into you making you laugh deeply, and place your hands on his chest to grab some kind of control in this situation.

You start grinding harder into him speeding up your pace, little by little, and boy was this getting to him, his moans started slipping out more fluidly, he couldnt even control them, they just fell out of his mouth.

They sounded so pretty coming from him, his hips matching the pace you had set grinding into him.

"I'm.. gonna cum.. g'na cu...- c-cumming...~"

He finally spoke, eyes rolling back as came hard in his shorts and underwear.

You couldn't help but laugh as you slowed your motions to a complete stop.

His breaths were rigid, as he tried to maintain his composure, he looked up at you, embarrassed and flushed, he had came his pants.

It was so embarrassing and the only thing he could do was hide his face in your fur covered boobs.

You wipe away a tear from your laughter as you look down at him, his face buried in your bossom as you smiled, and got up, he whimpered at the loss of warmth on his face and lap.

"awhh~ poor baby came his pants," you giggle as you look down at the huge wet patch on clothed, his still hard cock.

He looked down at his cock and the huge amount of cum he made. Izuku always cums a lot really, but that was just.... Far too much.. right??

He was so embarrassed he didn't know what to do, back in his previous state of not talking.

You hummed and moved down to untie his shorts and pull them completely off, he whimpered at your strength and how much taller than him your truly were.

Once they were completely off you crawled into of him, you were going to wring this mortal dry. You pull him into a kiss that took him by surprise, he moaned into the kiss having you swallow all of his little mewls and high pitched moans.

You settled above his cock and looked down at him deep in his emerald green eyes, they were washed over with pure lust and were so glossy with his tears forming.

You giggle to yourself before slowly lowering yourself in his unwrapped cock, he choked on his moans instantly and bucked his hips up into you causing you to lose balance and fall completely onto his cock. The stretch was quite a nice one definitely not what you expected.

You had to try hard not to completely lose yourself on his godforsaken cock. He was trying so hard not to cum but it's like his hips wouldn't stop snapping up into your ass, the squelches and plapping sound of your bodies meeting was far too much for his little virgin brain.

Izukus eyes started rolled as his hands instantly went to your hips on instinct, he pulled himself closer to you and began wailing inside of your ear, his sobs were nothing less than adorable, the way he choked moans out and they got strangled inside of his throat was divine. His cock twitching inside of you is what told you that he was soon to cum. Being what you are you didn't mind letting him bury his seed deep inside of you, it sounded like a good time to you.

"I'm ah~ go- going to cum! please please please let- hic! let me cum.."

Oh wow, never once had you said that he couldn't cum. The fact he felt the need to beg to release his dirty cum inside of you is what had you laughing while you bounced in his pathetic little cock. His eyes were squeezed shut trying to maintain the tears that flowed down but there was no stopping them, he was hiccupping and trying his hardest to bury his cock within your velvety walls. The way they convulsed and contracted against his cock had his head spinning, he was delirious.

He was in such a wonderful haze, his mind was being clouded with the pure utter lust he was feeling for you, he was so close to cumming the only thing on his mind was trying to chase his orgasm that soon then crashed onto him like a train. His back arched into you as he squeezed you tight, his arms went around your waist and he sobbed into your breasts.

You laughed the entire time, you continued to purposely squeeze around his cock causing him to be overstimulated. Izuku was shocked by a whole other wave of pleasure and pain mixed, his head started pulsating and spinning with pleasure that eventually he passed out underneath you.

With that you took your leave, you got what you were summoned for and left without a word or a sound creating a portal back to your world. You hope this little perv has adorable little dreams about you<3

AN: where it says "he didn't notice how much taller than him you truly were." After that is where I took over the story, If you couldn't tell.

This is the earliest I've EVER gotten a fic out for izuku week like oml wow the luck now I don't have to stress up and down and what I'm going to post, I love my zuzu fr I do but I cant believe I out myself through this entire week like I'm so stressed out i want to quit but I don't at the same time.

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tastesousweet · 2 years ago

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⭒ the girl with the tattoo (i)

grumpy!matt sturniolo x sunshine!fem oc / reader

summary : matt is a grumpy tattoo artist and y/n books him for her first tattoo.

warnings : needles and pain (not very detailed tho)

mickey speaks : i don't have any tattoos so i actually know nothing ab the procedure lmaooo just guessing but i’ll be writing multiple parts for this. also i am very much self indulging bc i headcannon y/n as poc! but obvi anyone can read there's not much exclusivity ab how i write her, i js wanted to note that for any poc readers <3.

THIS IS PART 1 BTW!!!!

“SHITTT,” you draw out the last syllable at the rumble and screech of your car engine as you continue your attempt to start it.

eventually you throw your head backwards in defeat, annoyed by the unbudging car. this is the actual worst timing. you're supposed to be at the tattoo shop (that is a 12 minute drive from your apartment complex) for an appointment in less than twenty minutes.

you truly want to scream and border on throwing a tantrum but decide it would probably be better to find a solution than complain about the agony further.

you quickly find your roommate's contact, raising your phone to your ear and pinching your eyes shut as the vibrating ring hums through your skull.

"y/n? what's up?" andrea answers confused as you had only just walked out of the door five minutes ago.

"hi drea... so i know you have your own plans right now but is there any way you can give me a ride... please?"

you hear shuffling on the line, "mmm, where to?"

౨ৎ

“thank you again for driving me,” you smile at andrea and squeeze her hand before reaching for the door.

“yes, of course. you can call me when you’re done and i’ll head over here- m’sorry i can’t stay with you.” she replies and exaggerates a frown.

"i'll be fine, i think- i hope..."

"you will be fine. just don't stress or it'll hurt more."

౨ৎ

your arms are crossed tightly over your chest as you make your way into the shop (in its form of an oversized warehouse, fixed up to look stylish and comfortable- something you’d never really seen before). the rickety jingle of a small bell kindly indicates your presence to the rest of the shop.

a few people sitting in a waiting area look up before continuing their conversations (though some continued to stare as you walk by). you see a surprising amount of people crowding in a brightly decorated lounge area, housing many arcade games and a kitchenette.

you reach the receptionist desk and are greeted by a young man dressed casually, humming along to the music playing in the background of the space.

“um, hi. i’m here for my 1:30 appointment.” you state with a smile, you’re suddenly aware of how nervous you truly are.

the brunette looks over to a desktop screen with a soft scrunch of his face, “for y/n, right? huh, that’s crazy…” he rubs his chin, “1:30 was like nine minutes ago,” he looks up at you, almost like he was questioning you; who do you think you are? and why do you think you’re important enough to be late?

as soon as your face begins to morph into fear and embarrassment his own face splits into a large smile as he laughs softly. “i’m sorry- i’m such an ass but i had to- your file said you’re new clientele so i just had to fuck around.”

“you’re sick! i was fully prepared for a fucking lecture on timeliness or something,” you let out a soft laugh.

the boy comes from around the desk holding a paper and clipboard. “yeah, sorry, i’m chris,” he reaches a hand out to which you willingly return and restate your name to him, “‘m not usually up front so you probably talked to asha over the phone when booking.”

you nod and smile at the familiar name, “yeah, she was so helpful over the phone.”

“she’s awesome, i miss her,” he touches each of his shoulders then forehead before kissing his hand and pointing to the sky.

"oh my god? i'm sorry for your loss."

his eyes squint and lips pucker in confusion, "oh, she's not fired she's just on vacation right now."

"so why'd you...?"

chris cuts you off by handing you the clipboard and grabbing a pen from a cluttered mason jar on the desk as he explains, “okay, we’re just gonna have you fill out this quick consultation form; just so you and your artist will be on the same page about things.” you nod in understanding. “keep it brief, matt’s not big on reading large bodies of text,” chris laughs.

“got it,” you smile before turning to find a chair and begin writing. you truly were relieved that chris wasn’t hard on you about being late, for a second you thought you would be lectured and have to carry the guilt of dissapointing someone into a room where you'd be paying to lie in excruciating physical pain. (damn, double homecide)

the sheet had general information to fill before the questions specifically about the tattoo you’d be getting today came.

you go back up to chris once you’re finished.

“cool, follow me we’ll set you up with matt.” he leads the way and your nerves are suddenly back as it's feeling more and more real with each step. you pacify your thoughts by looking around at the many images and messages written in sharpie along the walls of the hallway. there's also plenty of hanging shelves around with vintage trinkets and succulents that compliment the space around.

chris reaches a curtain and dips his head past as if he were checking for something before giving you a chance to see. you notice the small "Matt" embroidered on the black curtain. chris then opens it wide enough for the both of you to walk into the surprisingly large space.

(who you can only assume to be) matt sits comfortably in a wheeled desk chair, legs spread. his elbow rests on the arm of the chair and he holds his head up with two of his fingers, as his middle finger grazes his irritated mouth with a stern look on his face while he scrolls on his phone.

he doesn’t move his position when he looks up at the two of you.

“alright! matt this is y/n,” chris motions between you two. matt hums, placing his phone on the desk and placing his hand out expectantly for the clipboard. chris goes to hand it to him and whispers, “fix your face, jackass,” then turning around to leave you some reassuring words, “good luck y/n, the tat’s gonna look amazing.”

but chris doesn’t see matt exaggerating a large, sarcastic smile from behind him in defense of chris’ words (he immediately drops it though). something that would make you at least giggle if you weren’t so nervous.

“thanks,” your voice is a little hoarse as you haven’t used it in some time. matt watches the boy leave before looking over to you. he rolls the chair closer, reading over your short (as requested) responses.

“you can sit down.” he forms it almost as a question like are you going to sit down or do i have to direct you to do everything?

you sit on the black cushioned bench, lined with a disposable white cloth and begin to fidget with your fingernails as matt goes over your paperwork quietly.

“''kay, so you’re getting a small hello kitty on your lower hip?” he summarizes while checking and signing a few lines on a paper.

“yeah, um, i told asha over the phone that way you could have it sketched already- she told me that’s best and saves time for the both of us.”

his response is a slowed nod and a breathy, “yep,” as he rolls over to his desk and places the clipboard on the surface before opening a drawer and digging through it.

you gaze around the room and wonder if he decorated the space himself or if he wasn’t the type to be bothered enough to add personal things to his work area. almost all the posters are of music artists or tattoos, the most personal things you see are a small picture frame on his desk and a pokémon plushie sat on a chair in the corner of the room. all of which just pose more questions in your working brain.

you notice him switching to a different swivel chair that is lower to the ground and bringing himself (as well as a moving table with already prepared supplies) closer to you.

you’re nervous again. even after your roommate and older brother have both given you advice on first tattoos and the pain expected you’re still finding yourself scared of what to expect. your ear piercings would have nothing on this.

“first tattoo?” matt clarifies, as if he could read your mind. you nod and go to speak but stop when he gestures for you to lay back on the cushion.

you’re sure that he only was searching for a quick confirmation from you and is not too interested in your life or what brings you here but you’ve found that talking relieves your own stress and you absolutely cannot just lay there and only speak when spoken to.

“yeah, i guess m’nervous. i just hope i don’t, like, die from pain or hate the outcome or curse myself in a couple years for the placement- but it's not that i'm doubting that it'd be cute. younger me would be screaming at the fact that i'm even here..." you pause just for a second. "but then again i'm not sure how much forty year old me will appreciate it. so i guess i just don’t know. you know?”

you lean yourself up to get a look at matt, only to realize he has airpods in and simply has not been listening or interested in you (just as you expected). he’s moving his head the smallest amount to the beat as he works on his sketch.

he notices your movement though and takes a headphone out of his ear, “are you okay?” is all he asks.

a pretty broad question. and an anxiety inducing question to ask a girl who's been questioning her decisions as much as you have. you hope you’re okay. will you still be okay when this (mostly) permanent decision is etched into your skin forever? is he okay? will he give you any sense of encouragement or comfort during this process? are tattoo artists typically like this or are you just considered especially needy clientele?

“yeah, i just was- like, curious, i guess.” you mumble a little and internally hate that you feel so insecure in this situation. so out of control.

“was just adjusting my sketch to be a smaller. nothing crazy happening over here.” he shrugs. “you can go ahead and pull your shirt up, though. i’m just gonna clean the area and prep before inking.” he explains to you very straight and to the point.

you fall back into place and obey, inching your shirt up further to expose your lower stomach. you drape your arms over your face to gain composure as you hear matt rip some packaging.

the coolness of the cleaning pad sends your stomach butterflies and you try to not think too hard about the fact that matt’s hands will be on your lower stomach and hip for a good length of time.

eventually matt speaks to you again, “i’m starting so if you’re feeling the need to get the fuck out you gotta do it now or for forever hold your peace.”

you smile a little at his dry joke but when you turn your head to see him fully serious you blink, “no, i’ll be fine. thanks though.”

he just nods his head and goes to put his airpods back in before you’re interrupting again, “wait. whatcha listening to?”

he’s suprised by the question. his clients rarely get too involved in what he’s doing. mostly because he does a great fucking job no matter how few words he may utter over an entire session. there's a mutual understanding there that he's never had to speak up about to anyone. other artists use a strong bond or charisma to secure returning customers but matt finds there’s nothing better to display than his pure talent and passion for his craft. that’s how he keeps clients. they ask and he will always deliver; and that’s how he particularly likes it. no questions and minimal conversation.

the sound of the tattoo gun begins and just for your sake he decides to answer the question without malice, “just some frank ocean instrumental tracks." he places his hands back onto your skin, "don’t start moving.”

you pinch your eyes shut and squeeze your forearms as soon as the initial pain takes over. it’s a feeling you can only describe as a needle poking into you a trillion times at once. which is literally what's happening to you.

you’re not oblivious to matt’s disengagement with your attempts at conversation but you need him to continue to speak to you or else you’ll think too much about the needle actively puncturing you. “oh yeah? i’ve never listened to him before…”

“surprising. he’s pretty big.” matt mumbles slightly, focusing on his work far more than his slight interest in your knowledge of frank ocean.

“mhm. i’ve been meaning to give him a listen. could you share?”

matt’s eyes just move to look up at your face as he tries not to beg you to just be quiet and let him do this so that you both can leave within an hour. “i’m good on that.” he returns to tattooing.

“huh? you can’t share music?”

“i would prefer not to but-” he doesn’t even know why he’s continuing to fuel this anymore.

“what if i add a pretty,” you pause to wince a little as the needle moves lower, “pretty please?”

“i’m almost done,” he mumbles the lie.

“matt?”

he pauses for only a second to glance over to you. he’s met with a face scrunched in pain with an attempted smile that he thinks makes you look more like a doped up hippie than the cute effect you were going for. you plead after his glance, “pretty please?”

he rolls his eyes and sets his tattoo gun down, reluctantly swiveling over to his desk. before you even realize what exactly he’s doing there’s a airy beat of drums and piano playing from a small speaker in the room.

once he's back over to you he can tell you’re smiling even though your face is mostly covered by your arms. “thank you, i needed a distraction or something.”

he mumbles an “mhm” and returns to his work.

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there was generally no talking after that. only a few moments you observed (due to your need to cling on to literally anything going on besides the pinching at your lower side) that were any indication of matt's quiet presence. you noticed when matt would softly hum the lyrics to the instrumentals over the speaker and when you began to tap your fingers out of boredom and nerves, to which he simply placed his hand over them to force them flat while muttering a small “stop.”

when matt was completely finished he asked you if he could take a picture to add to his instagram and you agreed eagerly. he then added a strip of tattoo film over a layer of protective ointment. after he helped you to fully stand he explained how to care for it and how important cleaning is because “that shit will get gunky as fuck.” and you told him that you promise to do everything he said. he also gave you a detailed list on a card for you to follow just in case you forget.

you glance down at your tattoo one last time before you begin to leave the room you’d just spent a lengthy hour of your life in. you assume matt doesn’t want much else from you until he calls your name from his desk. you turn and see him still looking at his phone before glancing up, “uh, what’s your insta handle, so i can tag you in this?”

you don’t know why you’re surprised but you are.

you agree to exchange handles with him before deciding to compliment him once more, “my tattoo is perfect, by the way. i love it so much, thank you.” you want to tell him that you hope you didn’t annoy him too much but you don’t know if that will annoy him more. so you take his nod and hint of a smile as his way of showing appreciation, keeping your own smile bright to mask the crushing feeling of someone seeming so indifferent towards you.

after walking past the curtain and through the trinket-filled hallway you’re back to the main area of the warehouse. you see a different collection of people gathered playing pool and some more huddled on a couch looking at a girl’s phone in awe. chris is busy talking with what seems to be a close friend when you walk up to the reception desk.

when his eyes find your bright expression he’s bouncing back with energy, “hey! i’m assuming it went well?" he asks.

"very well. glad it's over though, i can't lie." you laugh while taking your debit card from your purse.

"yeah, definitely not the best feeling. especially when matt's ugly face is that close to you." chris jokes and takes your card to cash you out.

you laugh along with him but assure him that matt's looks weren't an issue. he raises his eyebrows and has a growing smirk that travels to his eyes when he gives you your card back. you try not the blush at the implication, "i didn't mean it like that."

"right," he nods and chuckles softly, "well hopefully you'll be back for another eventually?" he hands you a receipt.

"i mean how could i not with such a sweet receptionist asking me? i'm sure you get everyone to come back," you joke.

chris shrugs with a cocky grin, "somethin' like that."

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"oh my god it's fucking adorable, what?!" andrea exclaims with a spoonful of frozen yogurt still in her mouth.

she initally begged to see it as soon as she picked you up but you dramatically told her you had just experienced the worst pain of your life and you'd need a sweet treat if you were planning to not sleep the rest of the day away. so she just rolled her eyes and demanded you show her once you both arrive at your favorite frozen yogurt shop (conveniently down the street from your apartment complex).

"i knowww," you respond and quickly pull the lower part of your shirt down with a smile, taking a seat across from drea.

"how'd it go, though? i'm curious. i've only been to warehouse 79 like once, and it was for an event."

"it was good, they were all generally kind and my guy did exactly what i wanted. i'm pretty happy."

"'my guy,' oh okayy?" she takes a bite and smirks.

"not what i meant! i should have just said matt. like, the guy who did my tattoo-"

"mhmm."

"stop.” you smirk, “i mean he was not ugly by any means but he seemed to not care to get to know me at all. which is fine, he's not paid to care about me. but i doubt i'll ever see him again." you shrug taking another bite of frozen yogurt.

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#this took way too long #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo triplets fan fiction #sturniolo triplets smut #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo x you #matt sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo x you #chris sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo fanfic #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #tattoo matt n yn

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pearlzier · 1 year ago

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js read niecesitting and it was the cutest thing ever omfg but like i was thinking maybe u could write something similar but vice versa ? like when r introduces matt to her niece and matt sees how reader is js so protective and motherly over her, he’s like oh my god i’m in love

a/n ┆.ᐟ ᰍ ︵ got a lil carried away perhaps + daily sturniolo triplets taglist plug as per usual ۫ .

you really fucking wanted to go to the party, but here you were, with your niece. it's not like you didn't want to take care of her, no, but you did want to have a social life. it was one night but.. you and matt were gonna go out and have fun. pushing these thoughts away, you watched as the little girl sat beside you at the kitchen island mixed up her little concoction of makeup from her baby makeup set.

“wait, come closer,” rue taps your hand with her chubby fingers, trying to drag you closer. you shuffle your body near her, having put down your phone before letting out a soft laugh of your own.

“okay, we have a makeup guru here,” she pats your cheek for you to shut your eyes so she can apply the eyeshadow. her big, cute eyes light up when she sees her masterpiece come to formation. a flurry of giggles slip past her lips and she claps her hands excitedly. there's a childlike, mysterious wonder filling her brown eyes, which soon turns to curiosity when she hears the sound of the door bell.

“i'll get it, auntie!” rue practically runs to the door, despite the fact that maybe the adult should go get it. you're typing on your phone, snorting out a laugh at something stupid you'd read when you hear rue make a little scared sound, and you quickly rise from where you are to check out what's happening at the door.

“rue rue, hey, who's—” your hands slide over to hold onto rue's shoulders as your brow furrows, but your expression softens almost instantly when you realise it's matt. rue clings to your leg as you hold her, and you watch as matt eyes the two of you with total confusion. you can almost laugh at his expression.

“am—am i interrupting?” his blue eyes flicker down to rue's, watching the confused expression on her face.

“auntie? who's that?” she asks, tugging on your oversized shirt. matt tilts his head, probably thinking the exact same thing as the child.

“hi, matt,” you say gently, smiling softly. guiding the child to the side gently, you tilt your head for him to come in, which confuses the little girl. “rue, meet matt, matt, meet rue,” they just stare at each other, kind of like two animals trying to defend their territory. in which their territory is you. rue notices how nice you are to matt, and matt notices how protective you are of her.

“hey, kid,” matt runs a hand through his hair, shutting the door behind him and locking it with the key on the door before he follows beside you a little tentatively.

“uhm..” she seems nervous to say high, to which you gently nudge her to do so, but not forcing her to. “hi, matt,” she says finally, clinging to your side quite a bit. “are you my auntie's friend?”

oh, so you're her aunt, matt thinks to himself. so she's your niece. that makes a lot more sense to him, and he relaxes a bit. he didn't know what he was thinking, but he's glad to know who she is to you. and why you're so protective of the little girl. it makes a little warmth grow in his stomach, which he can't quite put his finger on.

“uh, yeah, yeah,” he nods, arms crossed across his chest as you guys made it to the kitchen where you'd been sat up prior. your eyes flicker to his and an apologetic glint shimmers in them as you gesture for him to sit with you guys. “yeah, your auntie’s friend.”

“mhm,” you glance at him as he sits beside you and rue seems to be deciding something, her little fingers drumming against the table before she spoke up, tone gentle. she looks to you, and attempts to whisper, but it comes out as a quiet shout more than anything.

“do you think he wants his makeup done too, auntie?” she tries to cover her mouth with her hand, and this makes matt smile. matt smiles even more at the way you indulge rue, by doing the same in covering your mouth and whispering just as loud—

“i think so. should we ask?” the way you play with her makes his heart ache. he doesn't know what the feeling is, doesn't know whether he wants to know. but he doesn't hate it. doesn't mind it. might even like it.

“you ask, he's your friend, auntie,” rue decides, glancing at matt in a way she thinks is sneaky, but she just full on stares at him, before looking back at you.

“matt?” he pretends he was checking his phone, just to indulge the two of you in the same way you'd done for rue.

“hm? yeah?” matt leans against the counter, his expression a feigned innocence and obliviousness.

“you think, the lovely rue here, could do your makeup?” you bite back a soft smile as your gaze meets his and especially as matt pretends to not really know whether she could. he leans back, stretching, with a shrug.

“hmmmm, i dunno..”

“please! you'll look so fab,” rue promises, holding up her little pinky to which matt finds himself interlocking his with hers in a pinky promise as he sighs dramatically. a laugh slips past your lips, and soon, you find yourself watching your boyfriend get his makeup done by your niece.

matt is the perfect client, staying perfectly still for rue as she does his blush, his eyeshadow, etectera. you watch in amusement, but also fondness. “are we all done?” he asks after a moment, his eyes still shut. he probably looks ridiculous, he knows that, but he wants to see the happiness on both of your faces.

“mmmh, auntie, what d'you think?” matt opens his eyes and allows both you and rue to see the new look. you hum, letting the little girl lean against your shoulder are the two of you inspect him. the way you treat rue makes him want to cry, tears of literal joy. he bites his bottom lip, but releases it as soon as he senses rue about to protest so he doesn't mess up his beautiful red lipstick.

“he looks perfect, honey,” you smile softly, and rue claps her hands excitedly. you too have your makeup done, and rue had somehow managed to grasp a basic form of colour theory and made your makeup match. as your niece bounds off to grab a mirror so you two can see your makeup, both you and matt make eye contact and burst out laughing instantly. “you do look perfect!”

“y’look even better, sweetheart,” he crosses his arms once more and leans against the table. he admires you silently, for a moment, before he speaks up, “you're good with her.”

“huh?” your brow furrows, and matt notices, so he continues, having now reached out to hold your hand gently.

“with rue. you treat her like your own kid, y'know?” his thumb traces a heart on your palm before he lets go, feeling a little too sappy for a simple moment like this. however, you nod, leaning against the table too as your head tilts to the side a little.

“that kid's my life,” you admit as you look up at him, squeezing his hand for a moment after you'd taken it back into yours. a soft smile plays on your lips, and you continue, “i adore her.”

“yeah?” it's like matt's taking a mental note of this. as he watches you, he nods. he leans over and presses a quick kiss to your cheek, leaving a red lipstick mark on your skin. god, he loves you. you are quite literally, unequivocally, perfect. and that realisation slowly dawns upon him as he searches your gaze for a second before he glances back over at rue's bounding footsteps with a little mirror in her hands.

“okay, line up!” she gestures the two of you over, and you both shuffle over with your fingers intertwined. rue has clearly very much noticed something as she flickers her eyes over the two of you. first of all, the interlaced fingers make her brows raise. then the red kiss mark on your cheek which is suspiciously similar to the tone of red on matt's lips.

you and matt glance at eachother for a moment, stifiling your laughter before you pose with eachother in the mirror, which then gives rue an idea. “auntie, can i use your phone?”

“go ahead, babe,” you smile, pressed against matt's side. rue hops up onto the chair to grab your phone, fiddling with it before she hands you it so you can turn it on. unlocking it, you hand it back to the girl so she can take the photos she wants to of you two.

“say… cheese!” she beams, smiling happily as she snaps a few photos of the two of you. she quickly turns and shows them to you, his eyes searching yours for a moment as you're looking at the photos. a glimmer of pure adoration gleams in his eyes and he glances at rue for a moment, who's looking back at him with a look that's way too knowing for a little girl her age.

“thank you for the makeup, kid,” matt gives her a smile, to which rue beams and nods, giggling.

“anytime!” she shrugs, as if it's nothing, glancing back at you. you look back up at her and you let out a little hum under your breath when you see the time.

“i think it's someone's bed time,” rue whines, and she looks at matt as if he's gonna agree, but he shrugs his shoulders with a little laugh.

“your aunt's right, kid, c'mon,” she pouts, but she hands the phone back over as she glances dramatically at the stairs. her eyes roll and she glances back at you once more.

“can you get my bedtime story ready?”

“you got it, missy, stay right here you two,” you agree to do your niece's bidding, and you head on upstairs to sort out her pajamas and stuff, which leaves matt and rue together. a comfortable silence settles over the two of them.

“so when are you getting married?”

“i don't.. we aren't—what? who.. hey, woah, no—what colour ring would she like?”

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insertunknownreferencehere · 26 days ago

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Comparing "You try my patience" with the phantoms i can find

warning: long

TW: opinions😁😁

Ok lmao lets start

1. So first we have the most famous one: the 2004 movie

(forgive the awful screenshot) right before he says the line christine (emmy rossum) says "you deceived me, i gave my mind blindly" and dare i say FAR TOO PLAINLY bcs tbh she says it way too soft. most christine says it bitterly and with anger mixed in, she js cries her way through this line.

Which gives erik's part even less impact, since his line was supposed to rebuke her hatred for him and forces her to choose anyway. im not one to be picky, but im not a fan for the movie's final lair because of everyone's weak performance. noone is THAT angry, comparing to the 25th anniversary (i'll get to that later), and it just comes off a little too boring.

What i DO like about this version of the line is that erik laughs while saying it, unlike most depictions where he usually gets rly pissed off. this time he doesn't get annoyed, he looks down on christine's hate for him. it's like he's subconciously saying "i don't care that you hate me, just pick."

2. Another famous one: 25th anniversary

this line never actually comes off strong on it's own, again it mostly depends on how christine yells at the phantom before to give it more impact. I'd say this version of Christine's line is the best, Sierra was crying, screaming, and begging at the same time, she was focused on expressing how angry and frustrated she is to the phantom.

This gives Ramin's line more advantage, since he has more emotions to repel back to her. He whispers "blindly.." quietly seconds before saying this line, possibly showing how much he realises what he brought onto Christine. After that, he says "you try my patience.." quietly, but with a growl. He knows what he's putting Christine through, but then again, it's him of her fiancee's life.

While it seems a bit off to me, I think its pretty great and fitting to his character, since throughout the show, Ramin tries to depict the phantom as a sympathetic character, rather than a menace that he usually is. He tries to invoke the audience's feelings for the phantom, make them feel sorry for him.

3. Fortunately, i found ben lewis!!! 🥰🥰

OKOKOK so even if this line usually requires a push from Christine's line, this is (probably) by far my favourite because it denies that. No matter what Christine says beforehand, the way he says this line makes it come off strong on it's own.

Here Amy Manford says Christine's line in utter defeat. Instead of anger, she relies on gaining the phantom's sympathy for her, to try and let them both go. No anger, just frustratiom. She simply sobs, but in a stronger way compared to Emmy since this time, she doesn't cry out of weakness, she tries to show her pain to the phantom, instead of mumbling it to herself.

Ben waits for a second, but then he jumps at her, face to face her. He's angry at her attempt to reason with him, he just wants her to choose (him), now. What really interests me is that he yells at her, fully roaring in anger. And like the extra ass mf he is, pushes her to the floor. (Someone check on Amy😭🙏) Unlike the previous two, he doesn't go softly on Christine, but just. goes full on her. He even goes all the way to be physical on her (again, someone please check on Amy, Ben REALLY pushed her.)

anyways thats all might compare these three again :) (or add incase i find more)

#phantom of the opera #erik phantom #you try my patience #phantom of the opera 2004 #phantom 25 anniversary #west end 2018 #gerard butler #emmy rossum #ramin karimloo #sierra boggess #ben lewis #amy manford #the unknown archives

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howlepalmerbindery · 8 months ago

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This was my second binding and casing of "Kohelet 3:16 (Call Me a Cab) by @linearao3

It is, without a doubt, one of my favorite pieces of fiction in any fandom. The use of Judaism and liberation work as plot and setting for a modern Star Wars AU is just...ugh, it. is. so. good. Everyone's queer, everyone's Jewish, the author provides helpful and detailed author's notes (formatted for printing as footnotes with a couple of appendices) to give context. It's just exceptional.

It was the second binding and casing because I'd typeset it before I understood, y'know, margins. I was also attempting to impose it myself because I'm a fool. These days I rely heavily on bookbinder js because I love myself. I'll eventually put up some pictures of the first bind because it was a good lesson. I will also probably re-bind it (again) because the colophon info isn't correct, specifically regarding the inclusion of end page art. I wound up not including GizSkyriser's piece (found right here, it's so good, please go look and tell them how good it is) since my printer isn't capable of edge-to-edge printing. My plan is to use it on the book jacket that I'm still designing. Furthermore, the colors of the text bubbles were kind of wonky upon printing, so I'll need to reassess that.

I used pomegranates on the cover due to their important symbolism in Judaism, particularly in the Sephardic tradition and their use during Rosh Hashanah. Often associated with the concept of righteousness, pomegranates are said to have 613 seeds, which correspond to the 613 mitzvot of the Torah.

I used an image of Lady Justice on the title page for similar reasons, given the themes of the work.

There are several less put together projects between "Do Not Go Gentle" and "Kohelet," but these are the photos I have on hand. I say that, because I'm really very pleased with how this turned out. I had a vision and I (more or less) executed it to the best of my ability, having precisely zero useful graphic design skills. Still, there are things I want to change/update as I get better at typesetting, so I imagine there will be another post about a different iteration of this in the future.

#ficbinding #fanbinding #bookbinding #reylo #linerao3 #howle palmer bindery

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spilling-my-guts-to-you-guyss · 4 months ago

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New intro post cuz the other one is shit

Reminders for me-

Gift from ellia [then i drew it] Symbolism and shit <js for me ig> 1 year anniversary Notes challenge Thinking about my past attempt vent art...

Time since last relapse: 8 weeks 6 days

Hey guys, lore drop ig, I'll be explaining it straightforward, so trigger warnings

Also not tagging my main account, but if you search deep enough here, youll find it

Minor, Christian, Ex-suicidal, struggling with self harm, Have several physical and probably mental problems, BUT here to help where I can

Minor: i am a minor, 16 to be precise. And to be honest, i domt care what ysll do here. I dont care if youre mean or nice, or anything. If you help, thank you so much. If you dont, well im still glad youre here. The only real rule is please dont be sexually explicit or freaky in thst nature. This is a serious blog to me. Christian: I am a Christian. I have grown in religion, yet only in the past 2 years have i really grown closer to God. My past life was... terrible in a sense. Not because of family or friemds, just myself. God saved me countless times from Satan, from myself. In still figuring out some things, still wondering about my purpose... but hopefully things will be cleared up soon. Ex-suicidal: i will explain explicitly so beware- I've attempted may 25th 2024 i belive. It was a Saturday, and it was by attempted overdose. I tried with 55 pills (a variety), thinking that might be enough. But surely it wasn't, and i lived. If taken 5-10 more though, then things would've been serious. Anyways, I'm still somewhat affected by it. I can't take pills without feeling gross after, and any mention of suicide or even the words related to it maks me a bit uncomfortable. Still struggling with thoughts on my life, but i will not attempt again. I wouldn't dare. Self Harm: Started this around January February last year (2024), and just progressively grew worse... was first hangnail picking then using nail cutters on my skin, then tweezers, box knives, and carving knives. spread all over my body in small splotches; arms, wrist, thigh, ankles. Its grown so bad that i feel no affects of it any longer. No pain, yet also no relief. It's an addiction in trying to stop... i am getting help though. Ill put a "time since relapse" cohnt up there, as you have seen Problems: ive got suspected autism and adhd, and I'm actually gonna get a psych evaluation for this soon. But anyways, also suspected depression. (Update, was diagnosed with dmdd) Was also diagnosed with coccygodynia (chronic tailbone pain) after an accident, and overall i have shrimp posture. Not kidding about that too, it's fucking terrible. Also I'm quite overweight and it's a self conscious thing. Plus my jaw problems... I've got plenty things wrobg with me physically as much s mentally. Helping: yeah I made this alt account to get help, i do need it... BUT im also here for you guys! remmeber always that you are loved, people care for you! i dont wanna give the cliche "life gets better" shit, because sometimes it doesnt. But just because it doesnt get better doesnt mean it will never. I care for you and yall can talk to me, Ill try my best to help where I can. Remember again! I love you, God loves you, people inthe world care for you.

People who know my shit

Online- the-ellia-west, gekowo, sunflowerrosy (deactivated), homelessnerd, inspirationallybored, likeadeadbattery, bees-with-a-camera, write-with-will

In person- lwkjsfloating (deactivated) (sis), theweirbox123 (friend), potatoeperson33 (friend), bamboozled-08orange (froend), mom

Thanks for reading if yall really did, I know its a lot.

have a great day or night, get rest and always remember

YOU ARE LOVED

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hellouuu, hope ur doing well!! ive been a ghost reader of kms (but spam reblogger shh) and OH MYYY GODDD its so AUGHHHDHDJDJISKDJDJD give me 4 seasons of them (joking)

js out of curiosity, since it's like mentioned that it's s1!rafe, would you ever do separate stories of kms but with s2-s4!rafe snd their relationship throughout the events js like kms? i hope that made sense LFNOAOA

but that's probably tiring actually nvm LMFAOO 😭😭 i could only imagine having to write up that much and you do THESE CHAPTERS SO WELL im afraid it'll take too much manpower LMFAO

Or would it js be headcanons? EITHER WAY, THEY'LL BE DELICIOUSSSSS (cause YOU are 👹👹👹), thank you so much for answering in advance, i WILL be yapping abt your chapters on my reblogs more often, at least I'll try!!

thank you for sharing ur works cause they are GOD SENT, mwa mwa, hope u have a nice day or night!! 🫶🫶🫶

GUYS I'M SRSLY GONNA EXPLODE WITH YOUR SWEET LITTLE MESSAGES OMG 😭😭

SOOOO HAPPY you enjoy this series and oh my god lord, what i'd give for actually seeing kms!reader with rafe in the show like AHHHHHHHH

also pls don't feel pressured to interact with the chapters at all, like OBVIOUSLY I LOVE every kind of support in form of notes but also my work exists to be read, no matter if you're interacting with it or just silently reading <3

yes, on paper this is supposed to be an attempt at s1!rafe. i'm well aware this is just my personal version of him and also this is still just an AU even though i try to incorporate some canon stuff, e.g. his strained relationship with sarah and such.

anyway, yes idk if you've seen one of my recent posts in which i've been rambling about how much i'd love to explore their dynamic including later versions of rafe aka s2-s4 rafe (or if it's just coincidence that you've also been thinking about it lmao) but yeah this is kinda my goal.

i mean, my priority atm is def the kms main series (which is also why i've been neglecting my other works oops) and this basically centers around them in high school and the way they get to know each other and such and i just know for a fact that i CANNOT drop these two babies as soon as this series is finished. like i physically won't be able to lmao

but as much as i'd love to do a series for each "season", i fear this is impossible or rather a crazy lot of work. if i do this i'll never be able to continue my other stuff lmao. so i think headcanons, one-shots and maybe small mini-series are realistically the best options

legitimately going crazy over how reader and s2!rafe would work out like that's been on my mind the whole fucking day.

anyway, thx sm for your support and curiosity hihhi and hope you have a good day or night as well <33

ps: i'm from europe so rn it's 9pm lolz

#kms asks

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x1ai · 8 months ago

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Okay so I HAVE BAD NEWS

Im bored

Heres headcanons :3

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man idk lets js jump this shi

Cuddly- Itto is a huge cuddle bug. He’s always pulling you into big bear hugs, lifting you off the ground just to spin you around and hear your laughter. His favorite thing is having you wrapped up in his arms while he’s sprawled out like a giant teddy bear.

Singing You to Sleep- He would 100% hum a lullaby (probably making up half the words as he goes) while playing with your hair, watching with a soft smile as you drift off.

Clueless but (somewhat) Sweet- He tries so hard to be romantic, even if he’s a little clueless about it. Like attempting to cook you a fancy meal and accidentally burning it—or planning a surprise date, only to realize he forgot the food. (Atleast he's enthusiastic about it right?)

Unwavering Support- Whenever you’re feeling down, Itto is right there to cheer you up. He’ll do whatever it takes to put a smile back on your face, whether it’s telling terrible jokes, flexing his muscles to “show you what peak oni looks like,” or just letting you vent while he listens intently.

Little Surprises!!- He’s always leaving you silly notes or tiny trinkets he finds, convinced they’re “rare treasures.” It might be a funny-looking rock or a shiny coin he picked up, but it’s his way of saying, “I was thinking of you.”

Shits and giggles- Itto's the type to be all about playful affection. He’ll sneak up behind you, wrap his arms around your waist, and then boop your nose. “Gotcha!” he’ll declare, looking way too proud of himself.

Yeah thats it lmfao (I WABT TO SING AND DANNNCE LALALALLALALA

Req characters or smth and i'll probably get around to make more

#arataki itto #genshin itto #im bored #headcanons

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my-hybrid-moments · 6 months ago

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bubble wrap - danny jones

a/n: i'm soooooo sorry for how long this took!!!

this was so sad to write but oml i LOVE it !! tysm for the request @sejanusxfan i hope its okay !!

i would just like to point out that bubble wrap hurts my fucking soul SO MUCH

but we <3 it

i also <3 lyric fics they're the most fun thing EVER i might do more if yall dont object 👀

as of now my requests are closed temporarily - i'll make a brief post on this soon to explain more!! i'm working on requests that have already been sent in however (all of them are coincidentally dougie poynter so get ready 🫡)

(yall also might be getting a harry judd fic bc i feel like writing one, my boy is criminally underrated ,, yall also might get a tom one so i can write for each of the boys at least once bc dougie is next on my list <3)

love yall !!

summary

danny jones break up angst (fem!unnamed character, referred to with she/her pronouns) featuring comfort from tom fletcher aka david walliams' worst nightmare 🫡 (harry and dougie also make a brief appearance)

warnings/things to consider

(attempted) angst, burning shit with fire,, also js consider the fact that this is very poorly written ,, i had a wicked wave of the flu the entire time i was writing this 😭

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"I wish I could bubble wrap my heart"

if someone asked danny to guess what his girlfriend was doing before he stepped foot in the door, he wouldn't have got it right. he'd probably say she was taking a nap or something along those lines - he never would've said she was packing her bags.

but that was exactly what she was doing when he got home.

"In case I fall and break apart"

he entered their shared room, confused at the sight of his beloved putting her belongings in a suitcase laid out on their bed.

"what's all this, love?" he asked, unsure what she was doing.

she paused briefly, debating whether or not she could stomach it right now. but she ultimately knew that lying was out of the question by now. this was it.

"I'm not God, I can't change the stars"

she looked up from her things sprawled out everywhere and met his eyes, but the eyes danny was looking into weren't like the ones he knew. no, these were cold, numb eyes - not nearly the ones he'd gotten lost in a million times over, not those warm and inviting eyes he found a home in.

after a moment of silence, hoping he'd get it, she eventually spoke knowing she really did have to explain this.

"i can't, danny."

"you can't what? darling what's going on?" he was evidently putting the pieces together, but the picture he was creating was one he never wanted to see.

"i have to get out of here. out of this. out of us. we're no good, danny. it doesn't work. it's about time we acknowledged that." she spoke not quite in a whisper, but low enough to hear the intention she had.

"And I don't know if there's life on Mars"

danny stood in a shocked stance, not sure what was causing this. had he done something? had he not done something? why were you leaving him all of a sudden?

the contradiction of the two right now was palpable. while she wrapped her valuables in a protective bubble wrap, danny's heart had just been shattered as if it was common, as if it were replaceable, insignificant.

"what are you talking about? why are you doing this?" he said, shakily.

"i have to. i need to just get the fuck out of whatever's making my life a living hell."

danny was taken aback by this. he made your life a living hell? for the life of him he couldn't figure out where he went wrong to ruin your life so much. for a moment, the room fell silent.

"But I know you hurt the people that you love and those who care for you"

"what did i do wrong?" he asked in a quiet, defeated voice.

when she met his eyes again, she was practically unrecognisable. the smile he loved so much was replaced with a resting frown, the eyes he'd got so comfortable losing himself in... long gone. the woman he adored was right there, yet just out of reach.

"you didn't do anything. i just... we're not right together. you know that-"

"no, i don't know that. what i do know," he moved to hold her soft, familiar hands in his own, "is that i love you... i don't understand why you're doing this, why can't we just sit down and- and talk this over... whatever it is, we can fix it, i promise." his voice broke throughout, his emotion clear. "please."

"I want nothing to do with the things you're going through"

there was a pause, hope hanging in the air between them. hope that was soon torn away along with her hands when she took them from his grasp.

"i've made my mind up, danny. i'm staying with my sister until i find somewhere. we're over."

"This is the last time, I give up this heart of mine"

with those words, danny knew she was beyond convincing - but he couldn't let go. he couldn't wrap his head around it. this was it.

they would never share an embrace again, nor another loving, tender kiss. she wouldn't curl into his side for warmth in the night, she wouldn't wrap her arms around him with her chin resting atop his shoulder, she wouldn't take her place in his lap to kiss over his face, she wouldn't be his again.

"I'm telling you that I'm a broken man who's finally realised"

then he thought back to the last few weeks, how distant she'd been. how hadn't he noticed? kisses were short, embraces too. sex was non existent and god only knows the last time they'd went out for date night. he'd suggest it all the time, but she'd always be busy or cancel last minute for some work project or prior plans. he'd say there was no hard feelings, that they'd take a rain check, but deep down it stung. he wanted to love her but she wouldn't let him.

"You're standing in moonlight, but you're black on the inside"

she'd known for a while that they were over and until now danny was completely oblivious. but still he didn't know where he went wrong. it was devastating. it made him upset, it made him confused... but what made him angry was that she had the nerve to cry over it.

"Who do you think you are to cry?"

danny watched in disbelief as she packed the last of her belongings, tears streaming as she did so.

"you're serious? you're crying? you're leaving me and you're crying? its clearer now more than ever - i dont know how i didn't notice before now - but its clear to me that you've known for ages that you were done with me! you were just waiting for the right time but you had plenty of chances to bring it up and fix things, so who do you think you are to cry over this?!" he raised his voice slightly, something he'd never done before, not directed at her anyway. but now it was. every emotion he felt - rage, love, sadness, despair, confusion, anger - it was aimed at her.

"This is goodbye."

when she said nothing, only beginning to let more tears fall from her eyes, danny only saw her as a stranger, trapped in the body of someone he saw his future with. he couldn't stand the sight anymore, so he grabbed his keys and made a run for the door, willing her to be gone for good when he returned. for now he simply drove to the first house he thought of.

"I'm a little dazed and confused"

when he arrived at tom's, his only goal was probably to drink and cry a bit. he wanted someone to prove he was dreaming but he knew he'd never find that, so the drinking and crying was more of a plan b.

he entered right away, not bothering to knock in his flurry of emotion.

tom heard the door open and, knowing it would've been one of his bandmates, made his way out to the hall only to be met with a dazed, confused and slightly disheveled danny jones.

"she's done with me."

"But life's a bitch, and so are you"

once tom had properly brought danny inside and got him sat down, he got a couple of beers and joined him in the living room.

"right, start from the beginning. what happened when you got home?" tom asked, wanting to try and figure this out before anything else.

"i dunno man, i came home and she was already in the bedroom packing her suitcase. she won't tell me what i did wrong, when things went downhill. i don't know where i fucked up," danny's voice cracked as tears finally began to well up in his eyes, "she was just... done with me. like what we had meant nothing."

"she didn't give you an explanation at all? nothing?"

danny shook his head, which in turn broke tom's heart. how could she leave him without even telling him why?!

"All my days are turned into nights"

danny spent days at tom's, knowing the house would be empty when he returned, but couldn't quite find it in him to face it.

they shared that home, and he just knew it wouldn't be the same. her things would be gone, leaving the house feeling empty, and she'd be gone along with her belongings. he wasn't ready to sleep in that bed on his own.

"'Cause living without, without, without you in my life"

the time he spent at tom's was lonely. sure, tom kept him company, constantly trying to cheer him up, but it wasn't filling the hole in his heart where she used to be. he loved her, but he truly resented her too.

"And you wrote the book on how to be a liar and lose all your friends"

she'd been lying to him for months. she knew they were over, but she stayed and led him on, strung him along until she was ready to break his heart. it made him question what else she'd hid, if she'd lied about anything else...

"Did I mean nothing at all? Was I just another ghost that's been in your bed?"

tom and danny were sat in silence one night, before danny broke that with a low whisper.

"did i mean nothing at all...? was i just... a ghost in her bed? something she could phase out?"

tom stayed silent for a moment, feeling his heart ache at his dear friend's words.

"she refused to see the real you, mate. if she did then she wouldn't have left. she made the worst mistake of her life leaving you, she'll realise that soon." at this point, tom was unsure where to take his comfort, having pretty much used it up over the last few days. honestly, he knew nothing he could say would make him feel much different, but he had to try.

"'Cause this is the last time, I give up this heart of mine"

"you need to take time for you, danny, keep your heart for yourself instead of giving it up... we all hate seeing you in such a state. it's not like you at all, mate." tom spoke in concern for his dear friend.

"I'm telling you that I'm a broken man who's finally realised"

"i don't know what she's fucking done to me... she's fucked me up man, i'm broken. i dunno how to fix that." danny replied, defeated.

his breakups before had never been this bad. they never had him fucked up like this. he had no idea what was happening to him, why this was so different.

"You're standing in moonlight, but you're black on the inside"

"you need to let her go."

"easier said than done."

"i know," tom continued, "but she's eating you alive. she's completely fucked you up and it's scaring me, its scaring all of us."

"i know that," danny paused, "but i don't know how to let go. that's the problem."

tom sighed, racking his brain to try and find something, anything that could help him let go.

"do you still have anything of hers? anything she got you as a present or anything?"

danny thought for a moment, "probably. why?"

"burn it."

"Who do you think you are to cry?"

"right, what am i doing here then?"

the boys had since made their way outside, joined quickly by harry and dougie who came to watch. tom started up a bonfire while dougie sourced anything in danny's possession that she gave to him.

"you're letting go, that's what you're doing. you're gonna take it one thing at a time and you're gonna burn it all, thus frying any connection left to that heartless snake. and if that doesn't work then tom's got beer in the fridge." harry said matter-of-factly.

danny sighed, not entirely convinced that this would help.

"this is the most stupid thing, it won't work."

"just get it over with!" dougie exclaimed impatiently. he just wanted to watch things burn, the little weirdo. he handed danny the first item, a small note she wrote for him to simply say she loved him.

"this is pointless-" danny started, before the others interrupted with a small repeated chant of 'burn it'.

he knew he wasn't getting anywhere unless he listened, so with that he very hesitantly threw the note into the blaze. a chorus of cheers erupted from his bandmates, tom patting him on the back proudly.

"the goodbye has officially begun."

"This is goodbye"

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#danny jones #mcfly #danny jones angst #dougie poynter #harry judd #tom fletcher #Spotify

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fushitoru · 8 months ago

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ik ur writing the spiderman gojo rn but i js gotta say what's on my mind real quick. also, this has proper grammer n shi lol

🕷️🕸️💙

He was now standing before you, speechless. There was no way you have just received the new top hero in Tokyo's presence and help but you didn't realise how hot he was?

It started with him chasing some criminals down the street and they just do happened to be around your university campus.

They were running but you were in the criminals way and grabbed their collar and handed them over to Gojo.

"Spiderman, over here!" You gained his attention while Gojo was just looking around to whatever, trying to find where the criminals ran off to.

"Jogo, you're so damn slow that this bitch who looks 17 caught us!" One of the criminals started ranting to the other.

"Mahito, use your brain! She's holding onto us and hears everything were saying." He tried to hush him incase he was about to say their plans aloud.

"This 17 year old who's actually in university, caught your dumbasses and is about to hand you over to Spiderman." You said blankly.

Soon enough, before the conversation turned into an argument — between you, the average human versus a criminal,who could mug you there and then — continued, Spiderman had shown up!

"Thank you pretty lady, for holding onto these punks for me," He tried to hard to swoon you but it didn't work at all. His attempts just seemed to go nowhere.

You passed over the criminals, scoffed at his stupidity, and kept going to your apartment because you had assignments due. That academic grind doesn't stop because you are not paying this much money for nothing!

And back to the present! He stood speechless. He quickly gave Mahito and Jogo to the nearby police officer and tried to find you.

You were about a kilometre away from him in just a few seconds. How? He wasn't sure. But he did know he needed an explanation!

"Say, how about I take you out to dinner for helping me with those guys over there?"

You were confused because when did he appear next to you? You just stared at him with a nonchalant look on your face as he went on rambling about his heroic doings.

"Shoo."

...

WHAT? YOU JUST TPPD THE TOP HERO IN JAPAN TO 'Shoo.'. HOW?

"Eh?" Gojo so close to crashing out because this level of disrespect to his name was driving him bonkers.

"You're bringing too much attention."

"What are you? A Russian spy!" He said jokingly to mke your cold exterior falter just a bit.

"Yeah, will you leave now?"

"No can do princess, I gotta take you out or else I'll feel bad!" He said the half lie with a smile. In reality, he would feel bad because you insulted him so deeply, but he would never say that to anyone because he's too mighty to be vulnerable.

"What restaurant?" You were so done with this bitch.

"How about the one right there?" He did while pointing to the one building you've been eyeing everytime you pass around this area of the city. It was probably the best food you've ever eaten from a place but it was too expensive for a simple university student to afford.

"Deal."

You would never admit this, but he was pretty hot. And those nicknames did something for you.

omg not mahito and jogo trying to start sum....please the dialogue between them is SO FUNNY. i love how sassy reader is LOLL she literally ate gojo up but the way i would fold so quickly---

#aashi answers

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milksuu · 1 year ago

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deeply disappointed in myself i'm sorry in advance 🩵🩵 trying to form questions in my head as i type this like ?? wgat was that key doing in us but that'll probably be revealed in the next part ?? unless im an idiot and phel just got 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 like that 😶‍🌫️ sorry but i need him to get mc pregnant RIIIGHHHTTT NEOWWWWW 🙏🙏🙏 i beg of you please js put it in i'm so sorry i'm down bad rn but uh anyway !!?##]^ i anticipate what u have in store for pt 3 too bc anon had the right idea omg .. pregnancy ,,, repopulating the clan uchiha style u have my heart . AND MC MY SWEET ☹️☹️ so kind despite literally . being a captive ⁉️⁉️😭 free my girl (lying through my teeth btw, need to b stuck there forever). ALSO HELLO WHO WASHED US 😨😨 was it phel or some other lunari but oh my god , during that scene!!!!!!! the way u describe everything (vag😍) is mmmphhkjgf all i can do is gush over ur writing w no shame bc i need phel so bad, uhh chp dedicated towards eating mc out ?? ur insane actually. i love u sm ☹️☹️ the language n atmosphere lord save me bc what do yoy mean these rn't canon descriptors of lunari grounds, if riot isn't putting in the work then we hve writers like you god bless ☹️

also . LMFAOOO LOSER 😭😭 idiot stuck in the bath (need to b in there w him), oh and was it the noctum rhat paralysed him (he can paralyse me from my waist down 🩵) ? silly question but im a lil deranged rn after reading that my bad . mc was honestly such a sweetheart though, for treating him so well but we'll ignore the prior murder attempt. can't lose a baddie tonight ykyk ‼️‼️ what would happen though if . mc committed to it though err would phel just be a goner considering his state in the bathtub n all 😭

thats it from me rn bc it's late !! 🦦🩵

LMFAO! i loved reading this omg.

OK SO--yeah phel was just being a weirdo and decided to 'hide' the key inside of mc, cause why not.

ALL YALL WANTING BABIES WITH THIS MAN HAHA. hes literally insane. and you know what? VALID. but i'll be upfront and say it won't be happening in part 3, soowwwyyy. </3

also phel 100% washed mc. like, he literally made sure that mc had a warm bath, to the point he let the water get cold for himself. and well, yeah, he's a DUMMY who ran out of time before the side effects of the noctum completely started fckin up his insides and got trapped suffering in a cold bath HAHA. i also hc that there's no way this man ISNT dying every time he consumes it. and this mf knows it and will do it till he legit dies and alune knows this too. [*insert tragic bad ending here*]

and we actually aren't at a lunari camp just yet!!!! mc really is just in a tavern in like a neutral territory/town rn. and dont you worry, you'll know when we do get there, because in my mind, the place is GORGEOUS. like a freaking jeweled city inside the mountain and its BREATHTAKING. MAGICAL. STREAMS LOOK LIKE STARTLIGHT. FLOWERS ARE BIOLUMINESCENT. THERE ARE POCKETS OF MOONSHINE IN DARK CAVERNOUS ROOMS WHERE THE LUNARI BATHE COMPLETELY NAKED AND BOND AS FRIENDS/FAMILY/LOVERS. i rlly dont fckin know i wish riot would give us so much more lore to their territory. for both solari and lunari honestly. but yeah, we'll know soon enough!

and uh yeah if mc committed we wouldn't have a part 3 LMFAO.

once again, ty for the lovely msg anon!! <3<3<3

#anon love #anon ask #thanks anon!

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soboredidecidedtolearnthings · 1 year ago

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#1 having flashbacks of high school math because of the line function

I always wanted to learn how to code, and the idea of code always seemed both very easy and very hard at the same time. Now, trying my hand at it for the first time, I realize that I was 100% right in my assessment. This shit is based on very simple concepts, but my mind was not made for math of any kind. Not even the very simple kind.

The way Khan Academy decides to teach people code is incredibly good, as far as I'm concerned. All the times I tried to learn code before it was always based on just writing things and hoping for the best and my head cannot deal with that. I have to actually see things, see results, see the process, so going for a Processing/JS form of teaching actually makes this something my brain can at least attempt to process.

I'm not a complete beginner when it comes to the concepts of coding — I know what a function is, I can understand for loops, and stuff like that —, but I never really tried to code. And how easy this thing proves you know shit even if you think you do. They start by just telling you to create a simple snowman, without ever needing to call more than the ellipsis function and define it's parameters, and you think "but that's too easy".

And then you realize that you actually need think about how ellipsis function works to draw it, what are the coordinates you need to use so it appears in you canvas, and make the math on where the middle is. Let me be clear about something: I can't do 2+2 without a calculator. My bachelors degree is in film studies.

They actually tell you where to draw things, and give hints on the parameters for some stuff, and I thought "nah, I'm gonna just think it through, this is definitely mean for kids".

The actual snowman itself turned out alright, doing that...

Like, it looks okay. I had to go through the parameters a couple of times to get it right, but it worked and my brain wasn't even screaming.

But then they tell you to put arms in the thing.

It turns out that the line function works in a completely different way than the other things you've learn so far. You have to tell it the coordinates of both starting and end point.

I have slight discalculia. Math in high school was a legitimate trauma, and this thing just threw me back into the hell that was analytical geometry. Fun.

From now on I'm just gonna take the hints and use the numbers they tell you to use and spare my brain from the pain of having to understand where things go. I'll just trust their method.

Between trying to remember the size of the canvas, where the coordinates start, and how each function take it's parameters and how they work, this is a lot of information. It will probably get easier as time goes by and I get used to all of it, but for a first time, it's a lot of things to remember.

Coding is one of those things that can have a pretty steep entry barrier, actually, even if you're starting from literal kids stuff, unless you're someone that has an easy time with math.

#coding #java script #learning diary

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jade-of-mourning · 1 year ago

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hiii so uh I just found ur account but I see you post a decent amount of mako stuff,,,

are you planning on putting any of that on ao3 (finished fics or blurb ideas turned into fics) or is it solely tumblr? and would you possibly mind some short stuff based on some of your posts? idk he’s js my newest hyperfixation and your acc is so coolll :3

-🐌

HI ANON!!!! mako has been in my brain so much for the past few months; i just restrain myself from posting seven times a day and instead, i aggressively brainrot in my discord server with a single person in it. (it's me — i'm the single person)

i've been juggling a couple fics for ao3 on him lately (account, mostly atla writing), though tragically i've been at a bit of a writing block. it's probably from overthinking story structures, but trust that i'll get at least a couple of them out eventually haha. the main one is a post-canon fic called rose beds and gasoline veins at 11.9k as of now, followed by a silly 10-chapter 14-year-old-avatar!mako au called snowglobes don't shake on their own which i've spent some time casually outlining (featuring jinora and asami!). there's a post i spontaneously conjured up that would roughly act as half of the first chapter. i'll post the summary if you're curious lol

i've also got a couple random/short oneshots that i spontaneously wrote and completed, before promptly forgetting that i can post them, so… maybe i'll do that soon. one of them is a slightly different take on mako & bolin's family in ba sing se, on some of their cultural differences and traumas through hot pot (which i might expand into a longer oneshot on ao3 after i finish rose beds). the other one was initially a joke about him (who i like to hc as aro lol) accidentally being a really big fan of sex. it's very vague but it turned out kind of angsty in exploring how mako deliberately gives up control in an attempt to frame himself as his mother rather than the man who killed her (coping fr); it's not really up my usual alley, but i might post it somewhere sometime idk. i didn't ever really flesh it out in my head but i have some inklings for a mako & kai oneshot on forgiving yourself as a kid, a mako & lin beifong oneshot on his recruitment featuring better characterization than that spontaneous shitpost i made, and a half-written expansion of jobs in an actually comprehensible story-ish format focused more on pre-canon backstory of him and bolin. also, last night i kind of accidentally started an essay arguing the case of reading mako as "this is a male female character somehow", but that's a whole other brainrot. my friends think i'm insane for wanting to write an essay for fun :P

thank you so much for stopping by!!! i love to hear that people love this random fictional character too — it makes me really happy especially considering how many people do not love him haha. literally anyone please send me asks about writing or headcanons or brain thoughts and enable me to talk about mako because i can actually talk about mako so much.

and for the record, sorry for responding with so many words oops. i have a lot of thoughts.

^^ summary for the avatar!mako au that i might never finish but i think it's a really funny mix of crack and seriousness that i would love to write. maybe after i finish my marimba solo!

#lychee acquires and answers asks #lychee's word trash #lok #snowglobes don't shake on their own #mako lok

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sturnioloszn · 4 months ago

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EMOTIONAL BRUISES - C.S

↬ chapter 3

↬ dealer!chris × academic!reader

summary; an unexpected sleepover turns into a tense and confusing encounter with your friends brother.

warnings; noneeee yet!

a/n; this has somehow turned into a slow burn....... oh well lmfaoo. i promise something will actually happen soon, u js have to bear w me.

For the fourth time this week, I find myself sprawled out on Matt’s bed, drowning in textbooks and half-finished notes.

"Remind me again why we took this class?" I mumble, rubbing my tired eyes as I glance at the mess of papers in front of me.

Matt snorts, flipping through his notebook. "Because we hate ourselves."

I quietly agree with a chuckle, trying to keep my attention on the messily written notes in front of me, but my head dips forward, jolting me awake. Blinking a few times, I attempt to refocus on the laptop screen, but the words blur together due to the heaviness of my eyelids.

"I just need a quick break," I mumble, rubbing my eyes. Matt barely glances up from his notes, nodding in approval.

I pull out my phone, planning to scroll for a few minutes—but before I know it, my eyelids feel impossibly heavy, and everything fades to black.

–

Warmth cocoons me, the low hum of Matt’s laptop filling the room. I stretch lazily, my limbs stiff from sleep, before realizing I hadn’t meant to fall asleep in the first place.

"How long was I out?" I ask groggily, still halfway asleep.

Matt smirks. "A few hours. You were dead to the world."

My eyes widened, and I shot up from my laying position definitely awake now. "What?! Why didn’t you wake me?"

He shrugs. "You looked like you needed it."

I look at the time, and my eyes only grow wider. Shit. It's so late. I begin to scramble my things together, but I'm interrupted by Matt.

"You should probably just stay over. It’s way too late to drive," Matt suggests casually, shutting his laptop.

Before I could even think of an excuse to refuse, Matt stood up and began rummaging through his dresser like my answer was inevitable. Did I really look that exhausted?

I hesitate. "I don’t want to intrude—"

"You're not," he cuts me off before tossing a hoodie and some sweats my way. "Wear these. I'll crash in Nick’s room."

I show my gratitude as he's walking out of the room, leaving me to change in private. His clothes hang loosely on my frame, but it just makes them that much comfier.

I go back to sitting on his bed, and it doesn't take long for me to re-enter my sleepy state. I gently lift the covers and tuck myself under. Before I fall asleep, I think about how slightly weird it was for me to be in Matt's room without him, let alone sleeping in here, but unfortunately, I'm far too tired to care.

–

I'm once again woken, but this time, it's due to the insufferable dryness in my throat. I reach for my phone on the nightstand, only to remember I’m still in Matt’s room. Instead, I fumble through the sheets, searching for it.

I eventually find it and glance at the time. I sigh and roll around in the bed, attempting to find comfort so that I could try forget the fact that I was dying of thirst, but it's helpless.

I give up trying to sleep and decide to just go get a drink of water while trying my hardest to not wake anyone up.

I softly yawn as I step into the dimly lit hallway. The house is completely quiet until the faint sound of rustling paper becomes more apparent the closer I get to the kitchen.

I turn the corner and he's just sitting there?

Chris is sitting at the kitchen table with a stack of cash in one hand and a baggie of something in the other. More packets are scattered across the table and his expression is unreadable.

I'm frozen in place, heart slamming into my ribs. How hasn't he noticed me yet? And almost as if he read my mind, his gaze flickers to mine and then to the oversized hoodie I was wearing.

His jaw tightens, his fingers flex against the table, and for a moment, I think he might say something, but he doesn’t. Then, slowly, he pushes his chair back and stands up, dropping everything in his hands onto the table.

"What are you doing up?" His voice is low, edged with irritation. Meanwhile, I'm still stuck in this same place, struggling to find the words.

"I–uh–I just wanted water."

He steps closer, allowing only mere centimetres between us and every nerve in my body tenses as he leans in, so close that I swear I can feel the heat radiating off him. My heart is beating out of my chest. He's going to–

His arm moves past me, reaching for something on the counter?

A waterbottle.

He presses it into my hand while keeping his cold eyes locked on mine.

"Go back to bed, sweetheart." He hushes quietly; so quiet I almost doubt myself, thinking I imagined it completely, but I know I didn't.

I clutch the water bottle tightly as I turn away, hoping he doesn't notice the slight tremble in my fingers. I keep a steady pace back to Matt's room, but I can still feel his eyes burning my skin.

I softly shut the door behind me and let out a breath of air. Had I imagined the tension? No. He definitely knew what he was doing. Right?

Questions ponder my mind as I try to regain comfort in the now cold bed. I pull the covers tighter around me, trying to push the thought away. But even with my eyes shut, I can feel the way his gaze lingered all over me.

I eventually fall asleep to thoughts of the interaction with Chris; and the water bottle sits on the nightstand–unopened.

a/n; i already have the next chapter written so it won't take me forever to get out lmaoo. anywayy, if you're acc following along with this au, I love you sooo much <333

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